Disenchanted
Disclaimer: I do not own My Chemical Romance or their respective Killjoys. I do, however, have OCs in here that are based upon, and shared, by myself, my good friends, and some of my fellow members of fanfiction net. Please, if for any reason, you would like to use these characters for your own works, drop me a pm and let me know ^_^~
Author's Note: This is set both after the 'Sing' video, as well as the last chapter of Wolfbane17's fic 'Five Times Someone Saved Party Poison'. It is also a sequel to my other fics. If you haven't already read them, please spare a moment to read (and review) before continuing onto this story ^_^~
I am working on these fics on par with Wolfbane17. Please also check out her fics, as there will be intertwining plots that occur in our fanfictions.
Lastly, thank you so much for the reviews! FabulousxKilljoy, not a problem at all! I'm glad you like things so far and I hope to keep you interested in future chapters! Wolfbane17, I'm glad that you like the first chapter – I hope to be able to keep the emotions running! DaddyMakesMeWearLipstick, I should probably try and write something a little more light-hearted at some point XD Will try my best! AvidPeep, aw you are too kind! I'm very flattered you like the fics so much! Hope you like the next chapter! LuckyLiloo, glad you like it – there are a lot of storms coming! Rellie47, glad you were able to log in, and also glad that things have been kept realistic too. Invisible-Deity, yeah, I felt that poor Wolf hasn't had enough attention. I hope to focus things around the other Killjoys a little more in this fic! Glad that the emotions can really carry across to the readers!
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Chapter Two
"Hey, Bob. Look what the rat dragged in."
Bob Bryar's head snapped up and at the entrance to the holding cells, already frowning from the unusually dark tone of Sonic Zombie's voice. It did not take long for the ex-drummer to recognise who was walking into the cells and his expression also turned into a dark glare.
"What's the matter?" Sonic Zombie frowned, unmoving from his place in his cell. "Got lost on the way to the kitchen or something?"
"Heh, scoff whilst you can," Renegade Turncoat smirked as she came to a stop between Sonic Zombie's and Bob's cells, gesturing over her shoulder. "I just came with some news. Though I don't think you're going to like it much."
Sonic Zombie's green-brown eyes widened at the second person to enter the room. The shock was short-lived and was soon replaced with anger and hatred. "What the hell is he doing here?"
Renegade Turncoat's smile widened even more, becoming almost a twisted smirk as she regarded the two captives in their cells, her sadistic gaze settling upon the Zone Seven Killjoy before she continued. "I figured you would want to see who was responsible for exterminating the Fabulous Killjoys last night."
Both Sonic Zombie and Bob were unnaturally quiet for a long while before the dark brown haired Killjoy finally spoke. "You're kidding, right? What kind of sick joke are you playing this time?"
"Oh, you don't believe me?" Renegade Turncoat gestured for one of the Dracs standing by to come forward, a lightweight, high-tech portable screen in its hands. With a sneer, the ex-Killjoy tapped the touch-screen, letting the recorded surveillance footage of the Fabulous Killjoys' demises play for both of her detainees to see.
Behind her, Korse was unable to hold back on a triumphant smirk as he watched the recording of the once-proud leader of the Zone Six Killjoys fall. How fitting that his death had been delivered by the bald Exterminator.
Meanwhile, Renegade Turncoat adjusted her glasses upon the bridge of her nose before she took the time to regard the reactions of the two captives in the holding cells:
Bob's mouth was open, his face fixed with both a horrified and disgusted expression, the colour draining slowly away from his rugged face as he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the screen in front of him. The images of the 'Fabulous Killjoys' being mercilessly gunned down was enough to make his stomach churn.
And yet, he still could not look away.
In the opposite cell, Sonic Zombie snarled under his breath as he watched Fun Ghoul take a hit to the left arm; the force of the blast nearly sending the tattooed Killjoy to the ground.
But Fun Ghoul still carried on fighting.
Sonic Zombie's knuckles were white as he clenched his fists together, his jaw set firmly and his eyes glaring hard as he watched Fun Ghoul take another shot to the chest, the tattooed Killjoy knocked off balance by the killing blow, falling to the floor, unmoving. The Zone Seven Killjoy felt a sharp in his own chest, his breathing ragged. He and Fun Ghoul had been close. Almost like two trouble-making, joke-cracking brothers in arms.
But now he was gone.
And there was nothing he could have done to help.
With a growl, Sonic Zombie slammed his fist into the cold ground of his cell, ignoring the pain that shot through his hand. He hated this:
Hated being stuck in this godforsaken cell.
Hated not being able to help his friends.
Hated not being able to be there for Sugar Fiend.
"Well, I think we've seen all that there is to see, don't you?" Renegade Turncoat smiled pleasantly as waved away the Drac holding the portable screen. "The two of you should be honoured. After all, you were the first non-members of BL/Ind to see this footage. We plan to broadcast this later on today. I'm sure that your Killjoy friends would like to see the true potential of Better Living Industries. As would the good citizens of Battery City and beyond."
"You sick bitch!" Sonic Zombie was on his feet in a flash, pressing himself against the bars of his cell. Part of him wished he could somehow pass through the thick metal bars and just beat the crap out of the two smirking bastards that were standing between his and Bob's cell.
On the other side of the cell, Renegade Turncoat's smirk widened even more at the captive Killjoy's volatile reaction to her words. Part of her was satisfied that she could anger Sonic Zombie like this. After all, he had always been notorious for successfully provoking and infuriating her from his cell. Mostly out of boredom. At least, that was what she had always put it down to.
Behind her, another smile crept onto Korse's face. Causing distress to any Killjoy or traitor to Better Living Industries always made him feel content. Part of him wished that he could watch the reactions of every single Killjoy hiding out there in the desert wasteland beyond Battery City. His wished he could witness the despair, the anger, the sadness... Whatever devastating emotions crossed the faces of those wretched desert rats...
Yes...
That would make him very happy.
From his cell, Bob let out a disgusted snort. "Hey, you!" he pointed his index finger towards Renegade Turncoat, waiting for her to turn her attention towards him before he continued. "Didn't those four Killjoys used to be your friends too? Why are you so happy to watch them die?"
In response, Renegade Turncoat let out a snort of her own. "Oh please," she waved a hand dismissively. "I think the key words were that they 'used to' be friends. They were the ones setting examples to every other Killjoy; showing them how to live in abandoned wrecks and nourish themselves on dog food and any other scraps they could find," she lifted her head up, an arrogant grin on her face. "Can't you see that I've moved up to higher, better prospects?"
"Yeah, any higher up BL/Ind's arse and you'll be coming out of their goddamn mouth..." growled Sonic Zombie, finally managing to regain some composure – enough to at least pass a snide remark. He felt a little more satisfied when he saw a flash of anger cross the ex-Killjoy's face.
"Say what you want, Sonic Zombie," she sneered. "At the end of the day, I'm not the one still scurrying around in the desert. And I'm definitely not the one cooped up in a cell, am I?"
Sonic Zombie moved away from the bars of his cell, not taking his eyes away from the ex-Killjoy before him. "You know, for once, you're right," he told her. "However, I'd rather be 'cooped up in a cell' than turn traitor and become a lapdog to a mass-murdering company with control issues," he turned to look at Korse and gave the bald Exterminator a cynical smile. "So, Badly, have you taught your little pet Beastie any tricks, yet? Y'know... 'Sit', 'roll over'... How about ' play dead'?"
"ENOUGH!"
Both Bob's and Korse's heads snapped up in surprise at the frustrated yell that came from a furious Renegade Turncoat. Sonic Zombie, however, seemed completely un-phased as he settled onto his bed, leaning back against the wall, still not taking his eyes off Korse and Renegade Turncoat as he rested his hands behind his head.
"Enough of your stupid jokes," Renegade Turncoat repeated, her voice low as she spat the words through gritted teeth. "One more remark from you and I swear, when we catch your precious little Sugar Fiend, I'll make sure that you won't just get to watch recorded footage of us putting her down: I'll give you a goddamn front row seat."
With that, the ex-Killjoy turned and marched out of the detainment area with a flick of her wavy, brunette hair. Korse watched her leave in silence before he turned his attention back towards the two captives in their cells. A twisted smile crept across his face.
"I have a feeling this place will get busier soon," the Exterminator smirked before he turned to leave. "So enjoy each other's company whilst you can. I may have to start... evicting if it gets too crowded in here."